I woke up with high expectations. I knew my weight watchers self weigh in was today so I was excited — I stuck to plan, I had an amazing workout week—I was feeling good, this was the perfect set up for weight loss right?!
The scale said I gained .4 pounds.
Say what now?
Initially I brushed it off and I moved on. However when I put on my pants and realize they were uncomfortably snug, I think that is when I started to get a little frustrated.
Usually I have a good feeling daily about going to workout and my weight loss journey as a whole.
Today was not that day.
By the time I got to work I was so frustrated with myself that I decided that I was going to quit this journey because it simply made no sense that it has taken so long to lose this weight, I had done it before, twice. Why on earth is it not working now?
I was beyond frustrated.
I dismissed the idea of doing my normal Tuesday run because it made no sense. It’s not like anything was going to happen anyway right?
I vented to the bestie, I vented to my husband, I was on a serious emotional roller coaster. I even thought about getting rid of my smaller clothes because clearly this journey was over.
Going to the gym is my one consistent–even when my eating is off my gym game is always tight.
On this day, I had even lost that.
My mojo was gone, motivation non existent.
I was at work and I wanted so desperately to take off my too snug pants and take a nap.
Then something magical happened. I made a deal with myself. I made myself get up put on my coat and go to the gym. I figured I’d walk in the treadmill for 30 minutes, do nothing strenuous and leave.
Although I still did not want to go because I was ready to give up on the entire process…I went.
When I got on the treadmill I put on my headphones, played “sweet nothing” by Calvin Harris because it’s one of my favorite songs at the moment and started walking at a very easy pace.
I was still feeling so discouraged and for the first time ever I actually heard the words:
So I put my faith in something unknown, I've been living on such sweet nothing, But I’m trying to hope with nothing to hold, I'm living on such sweet nothing. And it’s hard to learn, And it’s hard to love, When you’re giving me such sweet nothing, Sweet nothing, Sweet nothing, You’re giving me such sweet nothing.
Something about it made me want to run.
And I did.
For three whole miles. Straight.
For thirty one consecutive minutes.
This is something I haven’t be able to do in 5 years. I’ve tried the C25k program 5 times and succeeded once the first time I tried. Ever since I have not been able to run past 5 minutes. Last week I ran 20 minutes but I thought that was a freak accident!
I have never run for a long period of time over 5.3 mph. I ran the entire 3 miles on 5.5.
As I got off the treadmill The song that came on appropriately was “Anything Can Happen” By Ellie Goulding
I know it's going to be---alright
Not only did I desperately not want to go to the gym, but I ended up going and shattering my fear/hatred of running. 20 minutes into my run and my breathing was incredibly steady and my legs felt amazing. Usually around 15 minutes I’m doubled over begging for a pump (and I’m not asthmatic!).
I ran for 30 minutes coupled with my initial walking I did a 5k in under 40 minutes.
And I did not want to go workout. I talked myself out of going.
I ignored the crazy.
Today I feel strong. Today I feel incredible.
Have you ever done something that you didn’t want to do and surprised yourself? Tell me about it.
How do you deal when you get discouraged?